The world watches you fall,
the largest proven oil reserves
but you couldn’t call out to your brothers
acknowledge your mistake
so that you may grow.

You **** children,
hunger grips every mother
and fathers struggle with
children of eight trying to earn a wage.

Your country is ****** up
holding it pride to its chest
waving the flag never admitting that
their force has killed eight thousand
or that their children are in hospitals
starving.

Kenyerber Aquino Merchán,
less than two starved to death
because hospitals have no formula
to feed the innocent.

Spine and rib cage protruding,
mourners with wildflowers from the hills,
and relatives cut out a pair
of cardboard wings from
empty white ration boxes.

Let you pass away,
sleeping now under my wings,
we’ll conger the wind
and ease the president's pride,
he is hiding under the cover
cowering the corner -
he has no one else to blame.

Why does she sleep?
To dream of Him gone?
Long for Him?

When will she return?
Oh Lord!
When will she return?

She tried to drink the moon,
To feed off the sun
And now,

From a hidden well
deep Within
she drinks.

The only one
to quench this
thirst,

that can feed this
hunger
is You.

But Lord,
the one who's desire is full
lives on, bursting with a Love uncontained!

I turn over the hungry one,
the thirsty one,
take her!

She is Yours,
wake her
with your Love!

The heart knows
You long to
Awaken the sleeper!

She is Yours,
not of this world.
Save Her!

As each moment passes in my life
And the end comes ever closer
I fail to see how my hourglass
Is running of the sand

You never know when it is
Or how long you have
You'll count the moments passed
But never the moments left

These many days on average
We tell ourselves every time
We never realize that the average
Is not how many for us

To be something in this life
To do something for this world
To find something brilliant
To reach somewhere in the end

Because any moment can be your last
Probably it is in today
Or a few days from now
The clock is ticking and time, running out

To be what you are to be
To understand what the complexity
Of the world, the universe
This is so little time

To be all that we can be
To do all that we can do
This is the only time we have
And it is not nearly enough

Why waste those precious moments?
Why ruin those amazing seconds?
Do what you want to do to be happy
And make use of this little time

I live in a vacuum.
I exist in a fundamentally
misunderstood airspace
inhabited only by a
lonely soul
who is
shouting and stammering
senseless pleas,
thinking,
"Who can this awful,
lonesome creature be?"
Never realizing,
"Oh,
it's me."

What am I doing in this wild world?
This wild life?
I want to be myself,
But apparently I am.
So why is my head so clouded?
My heart so diluted?
Chapter upon chapter,
I only feel lost and blind
Running through this wild life,
Always out of stamina
Out of the gumption
I need to be
Myself

Wanting everything but enemies
Materials mean nothing when you ain't got your brother
What happened to loving one another
You focus on grammar just to escape the message
Having tough conversations with yourself cause no one else will listen
Maybe you don't want them to
Maybe you're better off fixing it on your own
Maybe you're just young you'll figure it out once you're grown
Plot twist, that doesn't happen
You're still lost, steady looking at the map
You flip it, maybe it's the wrong way
Or maybe it's you that's got this whole thing wrong
Life's not going to wait
You better figure it out soon
Look in front, it's your classmates everybody's ahead of you

Running through the wood
The girl is running
In hot pursuit is the enemy
The enemy behind her-
She darts to the left
Almost tripping
She needs to get away
Away from the enemy
Suddenly
She leaps forward
A river in front of her-
She plunges
Icy waters **** her in
She reaches the other side
Only just
Has she escaped,
Escaped the enemy?
Exhausted
She turns round,
Looking down into the water
She sees a reflection
Terrified
Drenched
She runs again
For she has seen once more
The enemy.

Ugly and disappointing colors are what they're revealing
It's a challenge not to fall victim to the deceptive deceiving
This world in which all are tirelessly scheming

Corrupt messages intended to disillusion our modes of sensory
The laws of this dishonesty are rarely discriminant
The unlimited reach of the effects are constantly consistent
Putting current views and outlooks in legitimate jeopardy

Originality is one thing they've made a hobby of stealing
Dark, ***** secrets require intelligent attempts at concealing
This society in which all are tirelessly scheming

Naivity is an automatic assumption of all that is innocent
You can witness their successes expending minimal energy
The fraud is hazardous; failure is certainly imminent
One would desire that outcome sooner than later, as it leaves recipients feeling elderly
With any form of luck, more will come to share this sentiment

Endless efforts put toward developing façades generally appealing
Aiming to have candor and valor on the knees, kneeling
This reality in which all are tirelessly scheming

Sturdy quilts to shield clarity are woven most expertly
Time being tested passed slowly- increment by minute increment
Blueprints to fool the majority will be, expectedly, intricate
What was the original reality has been altered into a distant, doubted memory

Any and all accomplished legitimitacy sends them all reeling
There's always a "crisis" with which we should be dealing
*Our universe in which all are tirelessly scheming

my dilemma

When I see you, I want to be your everything
When I hear you, I want to fill your life with joy
When I feel you, I want to mend every broken part

Yet...

To give what you need is to surrender what I've clung to
To be who you deserve is to cease being who I am

What am I to do?

Pursue you, surrendering me?
Avoid you, preserving me?
Abandon all I believe to have all I want?
Cling to my hope and let you drift away?

my dilemma